A cackle shouts out from every dirrection, as if it was baring out of every crack, and inch of the room in that instant.
Shadows then creep out of the corners of the room, each of them spreading into masses of carpet like blackness, of which runs up the walls, tables, chairs, and counter spaces. The last bit, in the center of the ceiling fills leaving a large bubble like tear drop forming.
The tear drop falls from the darkness, popping open upon impact, showing true to a figure flashing out, and landing upon it's feet in a crouch.
The figure then stands to it's feet, appearing to be a masked man, of 5'9. He wore an asortment of odd clothing, of which followed in a orange, and black style. His tall pointed hat of which stood to a slight hunch seemed to have evil eyes in black printed in the orange point. The brim of his hat was black, tilting inward slightly over his orange mask.
His mask had a spider like print of stripes cutting through to every dirrectiong. A pair of large glowing yellow eyes stare straight ahead, to no other dirrection than ahead. The eyes themselfs seemed to have been sewn into the mask, thoguh in a dark sighting, they seemed also to be alive.
His cape leads off of his shoulders, seeming without hold to gravity. The black tattered ends hover about in the air, whipping out every so often, as if the cape in itself had a life of it's own.
The rest of his attire, down to his black talloned feet followed in this approuch, all bleeding into a dark aura that glows within each line, stripe, and scale inch of the blackness to each artical of clothing.
Another cackle crosses through the room, this one sounding so loud, that it was as a airline engin upon take off, with one's ear pressed upon it. The blaring cackle ends with the shadows that had covered the walls, and floor blasting appart, the explosion coming inward, yet stopped from even coming nearer than it started. Insect though fall through instead of the blast, followed by countless pythons, cobras, and scorpians.
Each of them scurry about the floor before fading into shadows once more, and hurdling into the walls, having returned to shape, just as the masked figure's head jerks over tord the counter, a blur of it's shape seeming to over take the immage of the creature for thus a moment.
"The day of the day of hollow is near."
A harsh whisper crosses the room, as the stench of rotting flesh flushes into it. This stench was of a thousand rotting bodys, left to waste within the dankest marshland.
"Remember this meeting with the pumpking, and find me come hollow's eve, and maybe you shall see, onto a treat for yourself, but in this remembering that the spirit of a treat would not be true without a..... TRICK."
The whispers flows out from every dirrection as the masked creature hangs back it's head, it's mouth moving without sound within it's gapping evil smile.
A ticking sound crosses in that moment, as all suddenly goes black. Not that of night, or even a pitch black. A gapping void of darkness. To that of which even super natural eyes could see through. As a void between dementions. Without sight, or cause for beleaving.
The darkness in this vanishes, seeming to have lasted only that of a blink of an eye, along with the presence of that, the masked creature.
